Pace the pieces of nature
Ease my visit and to me
Give your physical plenty
Not a manuscript shudder
Speak deluded and brutish
Shake a figment and vex the
Drink a billiard room showcase
Cold with legs crossed quaking
Then I clapped in rhythm
To your horse hair winter
Warm and stricken by lashes
Claw your favoured language
Gnaw on spewing diesel
Cleave a waxing sickle
Fond of scorners conjure
Trow I still recall demands
And have them in my hands
I have scant others sound
A German recall
Then I clapped in rhythm
To your horse hair winter
Warm and stricken by lashes
You lose your peasants
Name beguling studies
Wrapped in reddish cocksblood
Time to leave your body
Source of outward courage pure
Folk, electronics, Brazilian, and European sounds blend on Thomas Pappon's latest. Sounds like Air doing Tropicália. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 23, 2014